Seriously. I’m disturbed that The Cut hasn’t been taking its political fellow travelers to task. Talia Lavin’s shirt in her widely distributed profile photo is an abomination, and at best can only be explained by an affinity for deep dives into the clearance bin at TJ Maxx. She’s definitely not doing any deep dives into … Continue reading Here’s the thing
En robe de parade.
Her boredom is exquisite and excessive.
The Deep Despair/Hope of Holidays Alone
Emily’s first End of Line post!
Meditations on the consensual hallucination.
Everyone is happy on social media. I know I promised to finish my thought on Kundera, and I will! I promise. I’ve gotten sidetracked by a series of conversations I’ve had on social media, however, as one does. I don’t think I’ve actually finished a thought since I joined Twitter. It’s quite embarrassing for someone … Continue reading Meditations on the consensual hallucination.
I have no idea where I got this picture but I love it. But is heaviness truly deplorable and lightness splendid?The heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground. But in the love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man’s body. … Continue reading Levity.
Je suis Dorian.
You go about the waking world holding it together. Presenting your best face. The workaholic. The stay at home mom. The perfect wife. The perfect Christian. The reformed addict. And then you’re here. Ostensibly anonymous. Words uttered without the threat of scrutiny. Without filter. (Or filtered through the lens of what you believe makes one … Continue reading Je suis Dorian.
In case you were wondering what I’ve been doing lately…